James Wellington: Junior high neighborhood sluts

"It's kinda hot out here," I said after a little conversation. "You girls want to come inside for a cool drink?"

"Sure," Lisa said with a grin, exchanging looks with her friend.

We went into the kitchen where I fixed a pitcher of lemonade and we took it downstairs to the den, a room I had recently finished in the basement. It was cool and a little dark, but comfortable and, most of all, private. A couch, over-stuffed chair, several tables and lamps, bookcase, television, and stereo furnished the room.

We sat together on the floor, our backs against the couch, sipping our drinks and talking, the girls next to each other and me on the end.

"So, tell me about your summer so far," I said.

"There's not much to tell," Sarah answered. "We just kinda hang around, lay out in the sun and go swimming sometimes. It's really boring."

"What," I teased, "no boyfriends?"

"We've never had a boyfriend," said Lisa. "Boys don't seem interested in us."

I looked at them frankly, openly, taking in their young, nubile bodies.

"That's hard to believe," I said, "two girls like you with those incredible bodies. They must be blind or stupid. How do you feel about that."

"It's frustrating," said Sarah. "We listen to the other girls at school talk about the boys they go our with and the things they do. We wish we had a boy we could, you know, do some things with…"

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well, the girls get together, usually in the bathroom or in the hall by the lockers and talk about, you know, kissing… and stuff."

"Stuff?"

Sarah looked a little embarrassed.

"Like, kissing and… having a boy, you know, touch you… on your breasts and stuff."

"You've never kissed anyone or had anyone play with your breasts?"

"Well, sometimes I sleep over at Lisa's house and we pretend." She looked over at her friend and smiled.

"What do you mean?" I was puzzled.

"Well, when we go to bed at night one of us pretends she's a boy and we kiss… and stuff."

"You mean kiss and play with each others' breasts?"

She smiled shyly. "Uh huh… it's fun. It makes us feel good."

"When you do it do you feel good down between your legs… in your pussy?"

I wanted them to hear the words and not be afraid to talk about it. I looked over at Lisa, who hadn't said much.

"What else do you do?" I asked her.

"Well, when she slept over last week we touched each other… you know… between the legs. It got so wet… I guess it's supposed too, huh."

"Tell me about it."

"We sleep in my big bed and usually wear panties and a shirt. We lay together face to face and practice kissing and using our tongues. After a while we both get pretty excited, so one of us will put our hands underneath the other's shirt and play with her breasts… and nipples. Usually we'll take our shirts off after a while… that makes it easier."

"I've heard boys like to use their mouths and lick and suck on a girls' nipples, so we do that, too. It feels really good. We usually take turns being the boy and girl so we each can have our nipples licked."

Lisa smiled at Sarah. I could tell they enjoyed each other.

"Then, who's ever playing the boy will lay down on top of the other, between her legs like a boy does, and pretends they're putting their… you know, thing… into the girl."

"You mean cock, penis," I said. The more we talked, the more open the girls became, and I wanted them to use the right sexual words.

"Yeah, cock," Lisa said with a shy smile. "We kinda rub our… pussies together and that feels really good, too."

"Last week we found it felt the best when we used our fingers on each other," added Sarah. "While we were kissing Lisa put her hand on my panties between my legs and started rubbing me there. God, it felt soooo… good I didn't want her to stop. I started to do the same thing to her. She got really wet there… so did I," she laughed.

"We took our panties off right away and put our fingers inside each others'… pussy. I guess that's where a boy's cock goes."

"It's called 'finger-fucking'," I explained, "and boys like to do that to girls. Girls like to do that to each other, too. It makes them feel good. I want both of you to say it."

They did.

"Well, we found out we like to do it. We kinda did it all night, finger-fucking each other. Even in the morning, I had this funny feeling when I woke up and found Lisa with her hand between my legs, making me feel good. I did her, too."

"Did her?" I asked.

"Well, finger-fucked her," Sarah corrected herself. "We know it feels really good when we kiss and pretend with each other, but we've never had a boy do it to us."

"Would you like to try it with a boy?" I asked quietly. "With me?"

They were still for a minute and looked at each other. They knew what I was saying.

Sarah, who was sitting cross-legged next to me said, "Sure."

We leaned our heads together and our lips met. Her mouth was closed, at first, but opened when it felt the insistent probing of my tongue. When she felt my tongue slide into her mouth she pushed her face hard against mine, connecting our mouths forcefully, her own tongue pushing past mine to explore my mouth.

I put my hand to the side of her face, caressing her smooth cheek, pulling her mouth to mine. She was eager, and I could sense the pent up flood of sexual energy about to burst within her. After a few minutes we pulled apart.

"Mmm… that tastes good," she grinned.

"Now, do me," Lisa insisted as she got up and sat down on the other side of me.

I pulled Lisa's mouth to mine, and her kissing was equally as passionate and erotic as Sarah's.

I sat back.

"You've each kissed me," I said, "now, I'd like to see you kiss each other."

The two girls looked at each other and smiled. Leaning across my body they embraced, mouths connecting and tongues busy licking and sucking inside each others' mouths. It was fun to watch.

"I like kissing boys and girls," Sarah said, grinning.

"Mmm… me too," said Lisa.

Taking turns we continued to kiss, freely and openly, enjoying the searching tongues and hot, wet mouths. God, I was getting horny. The girls were, too.

Kissing Sarah again, I slid my hands up under her short, little top and began to caress her firm, bare breasts. Her body gave a little start at the first touch of my fingers, but immediately relaxed as the thrill of sexual excitement flooded her breasts and filled her young body, centering in that delicious place between her legs. I slipped my thumbs back and forth over her puckered little nipples and they immediately grew hard and firm from the manipulation of my fingers. I could feel her press her chest against the action of my hands and fingers, wanting to increase the electric sensations jolting through her.

"Mmmm…" I could hear and feel her moan through our joined mouths as we licked and probed with our tongues. Her breasts felt incredibly firm, yet round and smooth. I ran my fingers lightly along the sides and underneath each tender mound, skimming them slowly forward to the tips of her hardened nipples, my thumbs never leaving that sensitive area. Then underneath and up again, following the downward curve, caressing every sweet inch of her full, young breasts.

I pulled away from her mouth.

"You have great breasts," I said, my hands still roaming freely underneath her top. "Mmm… it feels so good to touch them, feel them. Do you like it?"

"… feels so good. I've always wanted a guy to feel my tits like this," she moaned, her head tilted back slightly and eyes closed, concentrating on erotic feelings generated by my fingers plucking at her nipples.

I turned to Lisa, sitting next to me.

"Would you like me to do this to you?"

She nodded.

"Take your top off."